Todos los capítulos de Broke Up... Now I Am His Stepfather: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

Lorenzo walked toward the battered table where Henry sat in a wheelchair. Two guards stood silently behind him, motionless. He moved with slow confidence, every step quiet and controlled. His frame was lean but powerfully built, muscles taut beneath a black open-collar shirt. The sleeves were rolled to his elbows, showing veined forearms and a leather strap wound tightly around his wrist. He wore dark cargo pants and heavy black boots. His thick gray hair was brushed back carelessly, and a pale scar ran from his brow down to his cheekbone. “Lorenzo,” Henry said quietly. “Boy?” Lorenzo replied, his voice smooth like aged whiskey but with a cold undercurrent. Henry’s eyes studied his face. “The scars.” “A souvenir from my first kill,” Lorenzo replied, easing into the seat across from him. “Seventeen.” He slid a glass tumbler toward Henry. “I don’t drink,” Henry muttered. “Then pretend,” Lorenzo said, sipping from his own glass. “Nerves respond well to the illusion.” Hen

The door to the master bedroom clicked shut behind them. Asher placed the box gently on the floor beside the nightstand. Then he turned, eyes smoldering as they met Caleb’s, the silence between them charged with anticipation. Asher crossed the room in one stride, gripping Caleb’s shirt and pulling him in. Their mouths crashed together in a desperate, hot kiss. They kissed like time had been holding its breath, tongues exploring with slow desperate need, tasting, claiming, lost in each other. Caleb moaned into the kiss, his hands roaming Asher’s back, feeling the tension in his muscles beneath the shirt. Asher’s fingers slipped under Caleb’s shirt, dragging it up his spine, and Caleb lifted his arms to let him pull it off. He returned the favor, unbuttoning Asher’s shirt one button at a time, hands grazing his chest with every inch revealed. Asher dropped the fabric carelessly, his breath hitching when Caleb's palms smoothed over his bare skin. They moved toward the bed as

Jesse pulled up in a midnight-blue Mercedes-Maybach S680, the engine barely making a sound as it came to a stop in front of Lorenzo’s estate. He stepped out with the same calm precision the car had arrived in. A crisp white Tom Ford shirt hugged his frame beneath a tailored black Zegna jacket, its subtle sheen catching the dim light. His trousers matched, slim cut and Italian wool, clean and exact. On his feet, a pair of black Berluti loafers, polished like mirrors, touched the wet stone with precise grace. A slim Patek Philippe watched silently from his wrist. He adjusted the Cartier dark shades over his eyes, despite the fading sky. Just as he moved forward, his phone buzzed in his palm. He glanced down. The screen lit up with a name he hadn’t saved—Caleb, identified by Truecaller. He let the phone ring once more before answering, lifting it slowly to his ear. “Xup, bro?” The sound of the voice pulled his expression taut. His brows narrowed slightly, and he stopped wa

A sleek Aston Martin Lagonda Bulletproof Saloon, custom-built and finished in a muted charcoal grey, rolled to a halt before the wrought iron gates of Asher Thompson’s Mansion. The doors swung open smoothly. Two men stepped out in unison, tall, lean, and dressed in fitted black suits. Their movements were synchronized, almost military. Dark shades concealed their eyes even in the early evening dusk. They scanned the perimeter professionally, before shifting their gaze to the main entrance of the mansion. A lady walked into the mansion. Her vivid red gown clung to her body like silk poured over bare skin. The fabric hugged every curve, its thigh-high slit revealing smooth flesh with each step. She wore black stilettos, their sharp taps on the marble floor echoing with quiet authority. A wide-brimmed black fascinator, layered with a delicate net, cast shadows over her face as she advanced. Inside the vast sitting room, golden light filtered through the shadows and welcomed her. H

The Next Day Evelyn heard the bell ring. She walked to the door and opened it to find Asher standing there. Without a word, she stepped aside to let him in. “Hi,” Asher greeted her with a short smile before making his way toward Henry. “What are you doing here?” Henry asked, his eyes shifting away. “I came to check up on my son,” Asher replied, glancing around until his gaze caught on a wall design identical to the one Caleb had shown him. “It’s been weeks since you checked up on me,” Henry said. “Son, I have—” Asher began. “Why are you here?” Henry interrupted, meeting Asher’s eyes with a cold, defiant look.” Asher’s gaze moved between Evelyn and Henry. “Caleb,” Henry muttered. “Leave Caleb out of this,” Asher warned quietly. “It has everything to do with him.” Henry’s voice hardened. “If you have nothing else to say, you should leave… please.” Asher took a step closer. “I am your father. All I have ever tried to do is be a good one. I made sure you had a bette